Disclaimer - I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor anything else mentioned in this story outside of the plot and OCs.

The teachers will be OCs, some of which play bigger parts than others. Arcobaleno will come in later. Enjoy, reader-san

As the newly made 5927 fanclub quietly discussed among themselves, the two oblivious objects of interest continued their fluffy scene. However, the fanservice was unfortunately interrupted when Tsuna abruptly sat up, and arranged himself properly in his chair. Gokudera quickly took the cue, and hardened his slightly softened expression into his usual scowl, just in time for the door to slam open. A sharp bang rang through the rooms, and anything unrelated to the lesson was packed away within seconds, any and all hints of undisciplined behavior disappearing in seconds.

A tall man with raven-black, messily short hair stood in the doorway with a cool smirk on his face. A few girls gave some appreciative looks in his direction, but that was the extent of the signs of their affections. The fujoshis really didn't care, they paired guys with other guys, not themselves. They did acknowledge him as a good teacher (and potential seme) though.

Cool cocoa-brown eyes gazed out over the classroom, eventually landing on a certain brunet. Brown sharpened, staring challengingly into gold with red pupils, which the rest of the class was only now getting a good look at. Their breath caught in their throat upon getting even a fleeting glance of a brilliant blaze of confidence and challenge, with a strange, contradicting mix of humility and gentleness. Looking into those eyes could make anyone feel safe and protected, unless the angry spark one could feel behind that gaze was lit. Despite the inability to catch a glimpse of it, there was a distinct feeling that one should avoid lighting that particular wildfire at all costs.

All the students watched the battle of wills silently, though some had to glance away as their very will seemed to hang heavily in the air, making it seem thicker, harder to breathe. Finally, after what seemed much longer than it was, the golden eyed brunette-blonde gave a respectful, small nod to the newly entered teacher. Immediately, the tension was dispersed, becoming but a memory. Several girls (and guys) were fanning themselves now that the moment was over, and the smirk had returned to the teachers face, though no one was quite sure when it had disappeared in the first place. Now Tsuna could get a better look at him. He was tall, around seven feet (he felt a spark of envy at this) and his entire body was corded with clearly defined thin, lean muscles cording his body. A tight T-shirt clearly displayed a firm eight-pack, and a crimson jacket hung loose and open over his shoulders. A simple pair of grey slack were resting on his hips, and combat boots covered his feet. There was a confidence around him, but not arrogance. It was the sign of someone who knew their abilities well, and understood that while he wasn't the most powerful, he was still powerful indeed. The staring contest was Tsuna's draconic instincts demanding he get a measure of the one who would be teaching him. He would not learn from an inferior. Luckily, the man had a strong will, and was accepted.

"Alright, new kid. I'm Seishin, and my last name will only be told when you deserve to know. Now then, get up here and introduce yourself already."

"Hai, sir," was the cheerful reply. All signs of the powerful flame from before were gone, replaced by a cheery, gentle blaze that seemed to fill you with warmth. As he stood up, he began walking up towards the class. It was a fairly odd sight really. He moved with an incredible grace, and yet, every few seconds he tripped over thin air. While he mostly caught himself, one time, he didn't manage to, and as he was about to hit the floor, his face gained a look of resignation, giving others the impression that this happened rather often. However, as the hard floor came ever closer, his descent was abruptly halted by two lean, tanned arms encircling his midsection. As he was gently lifted and set on his feet, he turned to look into warm hazel eyes, with an undertone of something he didn't know.

"Are you alright?" The question was coated in worry, yet, it somehow seemed kind of forced. However, Tsuna ignored this thought, and gave him the best 'oh-my-goodness-i'm-so-so-grateful' look. Apparently he pulled it off well, judging by the stunned looks he was receiving.

"Yes, thank you. While I may be used to it, it doesn't make it hurt any less." He finished this with a small bow of gratitude, but before Takeshi could continue, (maybe tell him his name, address, phone number, zodiac sign, blood type…) he turned away and walked up to the front, a bit more carefully this time.

Finally standing by the teacher, the gold-eyed boy turned to look out over the crowd, and flashed what his mother strangely referred to as his 'killer smile' (she said it would have been lady-killer, but it worked on both genders. He still wasn't sure of what she meant) and didn't notice several students scrambling for tissues to wipe their bloody noses, while others had gone into a daze, and the rest had become hyper-focused on him. A certain fujoshi's glasses glinted in the light, pencil flying across the paper as she made a mysteriously detailed sketch of his smile, for future reference. Oh, the scenes this could be used in, and that moment with Yamamoto earlier… Within the confines of her mind, she menacingly chuckled at the thought of what this could lead to, all while keeping a blank look on the outside.

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada (thank you, aliases), and I look forward to working with you all. Please watch over me!" By the end, he blushed slightly, glancing shyly away from the people who seemed strangely intent on staring at him. This look was simply too much for a few, and several fell into unconsciousness (filled with all sorts of fascinating dreams that I have no intention of describing) while a few others were barely hanging on. Poor Gokudera was currently recalling the earlier occurrence in which Tsuna-sama was shirtless and draped across his back, he could just picture that look while…

His thoughts that were taking on consistently more worrying patterns ground to a halt when he felt a cool hand cup his cheek, and warm breath fluttered across his face, while a scent reminiscent of vanilla and ghost peppers, oddly enough, brushed across his scent glands. While it should have seemed odd, it was more intoxicating… Opening his forest-green eyes that he hadn't even realized he closed, he found himself falling into endless pools of gold with ruby centers, only inches from his own. Long bangs fell across his face, brown on the top half, changing to blond on the bottom, tickling his nose a bit. As his eyes wandered down a bit, he scanned flawless skin, and his gaze finally rested upon pink, soft looking lips.

That were currently a few centimeters from his own.

"Gokudera-kun, are you alright? You seemed to space out for a moment there, I was beginning to grow worried. Do you have a fever, perhaps?" Ah, that was Tsuna-sama's voice… Tsuna-sama's… voice? Upon realizing his current circumstances, with Tsuna leaning over his face, easily within kissable distance (and why did he even add that statistic anyways?), worried golden gaze staring into his own…

He literally turned crimson from the neck up, all the way to the tips of his airs, and, as blood spurted from his nose, he fell into unconsciousness. As he slumped over, his last words were strangely clear.

"You perverted bastards better not touch my Tsuna-sama!" and then he was gone. Imaginations, already running wild, had gone utterly crazy at the scene that just occurred before them. The fiery, yet gentle and naive uke, paired with a possessive, tough-on-the-outside yet sweet-on-the-inside seme. Bliss! It was truly wonderful! Already, there were several thought patterns deviating, odd musings occurring due to this scene combined with the earlier one. Thoughts that actually weren't that unusual for this world in these times. 'The more the merrier probably applies to romantic relationships too, right?'

Yamamoto's warm gaze meanwhile, had gone glacial. To hide his sudden influx of negative emotions (why don't I have someone that close to me, I'm surrounded by people, yet I'm all alone!) he closed his eyes in a brilliant smile, one that, if anyone had looked closely, had truly known him, would easily be revealed as fake.

He didn't really like people who had things that he didn't.

Meanwhile, their sensei sighed from his position, completely forgotten by the rest of the class.

AN - I somehow feel like I made Yama-kun a bit of a yandere here… You have to admit it kind of suits his character though. But what is he talking about? Tsuna, a friend, the warmth and care shown here? Is he jealous of Gokudera, Tsuna, both, or neither? Honestly, even I'm not sure. Anyways, onwards with the story!

Tsuna quickly scrambled out of the class as fast as he could, and Gokudera tagged along, still blushing occasionally whenever he looked at Tsuna for too long. The silveret had woken up sometime in the middle of the lesson, and then proceeded to, exuberantly, apologize for his 'impure thoughts'. Now though, Tsuna was just grateful to be out of there. While the lesson was excellent, at a good pace and properly covering the material, the claustrophobia-inducing classroom left much to be desired.

Upon reaching a considerably more open area, he noticeably relaxed, and sighed in relief. Gokudera gave him a scrutinizing look, before thoughtfully asking, "should I just blow up the walls for you Tsuna-sama? I'm sure that would make it much more open and comfortable for you." Tsuna sweatdropped at the serious way this was said, and as Gokudera's fingers lit in highly-compressed red ether, which was highly explosive by the way, he quickly realized that Gokudera would be quite happy to do it.

"Ah! Hayato-kun, please don't! That would seriously turn out badly. I can imagine the paperwork that comes with property damage already…" He shuddered by the end, and Gokudera nodded, though as the Ether was re-absorbed, he had a noticeably disappointed look on his face. "Anything for you, Tsuna-sama!"

Upon seeing the disappointed look, Tsuna felt a small pang of guilt. He was pretty sure he was going to regret this but… "Hayato, I could make an area for you to safely blow things up in, so don't look so sad, please." The frantic nodding and joyous expression caused his foreboding feeling to ease off a bit.

"Anyways Tsuna-sama, our next class is survival and combat. Don't worry though, if anyone bothers you, I'll blow them up!"

"Hayato-kun, please don't blow up the students. It's bad for business to kill fellow students."

"Sorry, Tsuna-sama! I'll be careful, and make sure they don't die," was the response he got. Admittedly, he wasn't very reassured.

Upon reaching the classroom, he was flooded with relief due to the fact that, instead of a cramped, windowless space, it was a massive courtyard, open to the elements, and more importantly, the sky. As they stood together, neither took any notice of the way people were silently squealing over how close they stood to each other. Word sure does spread quickly in schools. Of course, there were also several people who glared at the two, for varying reasons that are currently unknown. As students milled about, gathering with people they knew, a cold voice rang out, immediately silencing everyone in the courtyard

"Oi, brats. Hurry up and shut yer traps, this class ain't yer time ta socialize. Now 'urry up and get ready. We're wastin' daylight 'ere." Upon hearing this, Tsuna nervously scrambled over to a spot on the courtyard that was opposite a boy with tanned skin and spiky, silver hair. Eyes the color of mercury glinted excitedly in the light of the sun, and despite his dragon senses being sealed in this form, he could still see the brilliant Ether that reminded him of the sun writhing underneath muscled skin. It slightly amazed him, with the way someone could have enough willpower to keep their ether subconsciously active. Of course, naturally, as he shifted from side to side briefly, he lost his balance and fell in an ungraceful heap on the grass. While quite a few student cooed at his awkward adorability, others snickered and sneered at him under their breath. Blushing, Tsuna hurriedly began to pull himself to his feet, when a large hand entered his vision. The mercurial gaze from earlier was now looking at him worriedly, though the… extreme? feeling that he gave off hadn't changed.

"Oi! That was an EXTREME fall! Are you EXTREMELY okay!" An incredibly loud voice poured forth, booming out much louder than was necessary. While he probably should have felt annoyed like all the other students who were shooting the silver-haired boy scornful looks, instead he couldn't help feeling warm and amused. This boy was like the sun, powerful, brilliant, and never tiring. It was a warm feeling, and he rather enjoyed it.

"Thank you so much, um, eto… who are you?" As he took the others hand and pulled himself to his feet, he almost squinted against the bright grin he was given (hey, he couldn't help it, its instinctual to close your eyes against the sun!). "My EXTREME name is Ryohei Sasagawa! I'm the EXTREME captain of the school's EXTREME boxing club!" The sunny boy blinked at the slightly shy smile he received from the new kid, who so far seemed extremely extreme.

"It's nice to meet you, Sasagawa-san. I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada, new kid. Your boxing club sounds very... extreme, though." Ryohei blinked some more at actually having someone talk to him without seeming irritated or scornful. He knew most people were overwhelmed by his extremeness, and didn't appreciate how he always lived life to the fullest (frequently interrupting their sleep while he was at it), but this kid who he hadn't even known for five minutes seemed almost painfully honest. Even his sister was unappreciative of his exuberant demeanor sometimes, and she had grown up with him. Thus, his mind reached an immediate conclusion at to what he should do next, after all, this guy was very extreme! "Sawada! Join the boxing club to the EXTREME!" He expected an immediate refusal, as almost everyone tended to lean towards, but instead, the others face had a thoughtful look on it.

"Sorry Sasagawa-san, it seems fun, but boxing doesn't really suit me, you know? I can stop by once in a while though, just don't get your hopes up, as my combat skills aren't the best." Hibari Kyoya, who was reclining on the roof nearby observing this conversation, felt his eyebrow twitch in the slightest at this comment. His fighting skills weren't the best? What did he consider 'good' then? Clearly, he had ridiculous standards. Meanwhile, Gokudera, who was scowling, and twitching quite a bit as he observed the interaction between the most amazing person in existence, and the most annoying person in existence. As he was about to reach his breaking point, and go over to the two, the teachers cold voice sounded over the voices of all the students.

"Oi, cupcakes. Didn' I already tell ya that this ain't social time? 'Urry up and get crackin', so I can fix tha' many 'oles in your surely shabby fightin'." The sentence was finished in a rumbling, dangerous tone of voice, and Tsuna gave a mental HIIEE! as he turned to face Ryohei. Seeing the blinding grin on the others face, he got a slight foreboding feeling. Then, the other boy was moving in with a powerful right hook, yelling out what was apparently the technique name while he was at it. Tsuna brought up his palm in a simple guard, turning his body slightly, and redirecting the others fist away from him. Body now at a sideways angle, Tsuna performed a simple box step, slipping between the others guard, where he landed a solid blow into his floating ribs, and, pulling back his fist, used the momentum to slam the other into his back, around Ryohei's kidney. Immediately following the movement, he brought his hand up to the other boy's shoulder, tightening his fingers into a solid grip, before bringing his leg forward and sweeping the boys foot from under him, using his now unbalanced state, he jerked back his hand, and slammed him into the ground, hard. He then slid back into his simple fighting stance from before, one foot forward, the other slightly behind and to the side, knees bent and ready for any movement. His back was straight, but leaning slightly forward in an aggressive manner. Looking at the boy on the ground, he stared for a moment, before snapping out of his fight-induced daze, and realizing that he had actually used a fair percent of his ability against a student who hadn't yet contracted a dragon.

Before we continue, a brief explanation of contracts. Basically, its sharing power. The dragon powers up the keepers physiology and Ether reserves, allowing the contractor many times more strength, speed, regenerative abilities, and endurance, the amount increased depending on how powerful the dragon was. The Ether reserves would also multiply several times, and continue to gradually increase as the keeper grows used to channeling the dragons Vivere. Meanwhile, the keeper helps the dragon with control. Basically, no matter what station, or how intelligent, all dragons have abysmal control. The only way they can naturally use it is to enhance their physical abilities, or send it in uncontrolled blasts. While powerful, this style wasted considerable amounts of Vivere, and had no finesse or strategy. Anyone with skilled control and good battle instincts could take down a dragon fighting in such a manner, no matter how powerful. The keeper provides a kind of conduit for this, and, through some advanced happenings that can't be explained in a timely manner, allows the dragon progressively better control, with practice.

Basically, even with seals, Tsuna was many, many times stronger than a normal human, even not taking into consideration his emperor's heritage. At full strength, a flick of his fingers could send a boulder flying as though it was but a pebble. Gokudera, though not yet done absorbing the effects of their contract, was already strong enough to pick up said boulder, and throw it a fair distance if he strained himself. Upon fully assimilating his newfound strength, he would be able to lift the same boulder with one arm, and throw it as far as Tsuna could have flicked it, with only a little effort. The punches he just gave Ryohei could easily leave a massive crater in solid rock, thus he felt that the way he was panicking at the moment was completely justified.

"Sasagawa-san? Sasagawa-san! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean too, are you okay, oh dear, what if he doesn't wake up, what if he's dead!" Finally, he had enough, and forgetting the audience he had garnered, fell to his knees before the other boy. First due to his abnormal combat ability (because there was a reason aside from his extremeness that nobody sparred with Ryohei, the last person almost died from internal damage), now due to his frantic panicking, that was idiotic or adorable depending on which group you asked, quite the crowd had gathered, including the teacher, who no longer looked quite so bored, instead seeming a bit interested, because what kind of combat teacher would he be if he didn't recognize the incredible skill and power behind those punches. He wasn't worried about the other, because even without help, his sun flames were so powerful that any damage was doubtless regenerating at a ridiculous pace. He would doubtless be completely better by the end of the day, though judging by the Ether he felt the new brat gathering, it would probably be shortened to minutes.

Tsuna, meanwhile, had reached out to his contractor instinctively, and, after having been granted permission before he could even ask, began to channel his Vivere (because he didn't have enough practice with his Ether, and Vivere was just instinct) through Gokudera, who instinctively refined it for the purpose he could sense Tsuna needed. No one noticed the dragon tattoo on the others arm begin to glow slightly through the bandages Gokudera had wrapped around his arm in order to cover it. Meanwhile, below the shirt Tsuna was currently wearing, his orange gem-like scales became a combination of emerald and sunbeams.

After all, Tsuna was a mirror dragon, who was primarily sky attributed. His mother had been so proud upon seeing that her son was the first true mirror dragon in a millenia. It had been several thousand years since a mirror dragon had also been emperor.

His horns that were hidden beneath his hair, (that was shorter on top, and somehow defied gravity thanks to having less weight), which were also previously an almost reflective ivory tinted orange, became the color of the sun, with a few emerald veins running through them. Luckily no one was paying too much attention, or they would have noticed the yellow-green glow of his horns, that, due to how much Ether he was channeling, had extended four inches, and luckily curved back a bit before breaching their cover, though, next time they grew he would need to slap a small mist-illusion to disguise them. His eyes were now glowing neon yellow on the left and lightning green on the right, pupils having disappeared as Vivere flowed through him.

Due to his guilt, he was going a bit(read: WAY) overboard, not only healing all his injuries (though he didn't touch scars unless it was requested of him, since some people considered scars a sign of their survival, and he wouldn't just disrespect that) but reinforcing his entire body as he went, from muscles to skin to bone, all the way down to a molecular level. While it only cut down a bit of his reserves, the mental strain of doing something so elaborate and complex without the assistance of words, symbols, a magic circle, or some other guidelines to direct and control it, was so massive it doubtless would have killed a normal person in seconds, luckily, he had Giotto frantically processing what he couldn't in the back of his mind, swearing at his reckless idiocy, because why was he healing someone who would have healed just fine anyways!? If he was a physical being, he would have been banging his head on a wall, as it was, he just focused on preventing Tsuna's brain from being overloaded.

Gokudera meanwhile, through their link, had a faint idea of what exactly he was doing, and nearly fainted at seeing the equations and symbols Tsuna by himself was calculating at rapid speeds, not even counting what Giotto was doing. He was awed at how incredible his Tsuna-sama was, but worried at the same time, as he also knew the dangers of such a things. Tsuna had no time to consider any of these things though, as every ounce was focused on his task, since a failure, would immediately boil both his and his patients molecules, slowly and painfully killing them, before they disintegrated. Yeah, no thanks.

Finally, after a few minutes, though to two worried consciousnesses it felt more like hours, he completed his task. The kid had taken to the reinforcements so well that rather than the intended double, his strength, regen, speed, and durability had quadrupled. He had already been monstrous compared to the average joe human, but now, he was in a whole different dimension. Tsuna stood up, not physically exhausted, but the mental fatigue had him on the verge of unconsciousness. Now that he was out of his panicked frenzy (and why had he been so upset, anyways, all he knew was that the thought of the boy who felt like the sun, and seemed to brighten up his dull world with his mere presence, being harmed, inspired a soul-deep fear within him) he realized that he had gone overboard to a ridiculous degree, since he could have healed him in a few seconds with no negative effects. Giotto had finished snarling at him, having even gone so far as to say a few things that shouldn't be repeated to small children. Now, though, he had gone suspiciously silent. He seemed to be contemplating something, and Tsuna knew better than to disturb him at times like this. While Giotto was usually cheerful, friendly, and naive, often attempting to convince him into eating more sweets so he could access his taste receptors and enjoy them as well, he had another side to him. This side was thoughtful, contemplative, almost dark, reminding him, oddly enough, of a boss of a large organization. However, he was quickly distracted from these thoughts when the newly-healed Ryohei Sasagawa's eyes snapped open, energy glimmering in their depths.

He certainly didn't look like someone who had just suffered a fairly serious injury. Rather, he looked even better than before.

"EXTREEEEMMMEE!" The loud cry echoed, making him flinch as his sensitive ears registered the piercing sound. The silveret quickly leapt to his feet, and was practically bouncing off some metaphorical walls. "You are EXTREMELY amazing, Sawada! That was one of the most EXTREME punches I've ever felt!" It was at this moment that Gokudera appeared. "Of course Tsuna-sama's punch is amazing, its only natural considering his greatness, idiot Turf-top! How dare you so much as imply that his punches would be anything less than the best!"

"What was that, Tako-head!?" The two then began snarling various remarks at each other, though there wasn't a feeling of maliciousness behind it. Rather, it was more like a feeling between two rivals who didn't get along, but still respected each other. Thus, Tsuna just smiled in amusement as he watched the two volley remarks back and forth. The teacher, who was leaning right next to him, smirked and shook his head, before quickly morphing his face into a scowl, though the twinkle of amusement in his eyes remained.

"Oi, you two weaklings! I'll let cha' talk in my class when ya don't crumble ta some new brat's punch like a wet noodle, got it! So shut cher' traps, and sunshine boy, come o'er 'ere n' let me make sure yer all 'ealed!" As Ryohei immediately snapped to attention and walked over at the command, though his eyebrow twitched at the name, Hayato didn't even attempt to hide his snort of amusement. "Puppy-brat, that goes for you too! I'll let cha' laugh at the others when you can beat me in a fight!" The snort of amusement turned into a scowl, and as his fingers lit up in compressed red flames, he opened his mouth to snap back a reply. However, before he could release his anger in the form of explosive storm ether, he felt a hand gently touch his arm, and sky with a small mix of rain ether flowed into him. Immediately, the miniature fires on his fingertips were extinguished as he relaxed into the touch of his bonded dragon. Their teacher (whose name he still didn't know, come to think of it) shot them a knowing look at this, as his eyes flicked up to his head, right around where the orange-blue glow of his horns was fading. Tsuna just blinked at him. It wasn't too much of surprise, though he wasn't sure if he had been told, or figured it out on his own.

However, he almost immediately turned back to Gokudera, and gently placed his hands on the sides of his face. Carefully guiding him so emerald met gold and crimson, his twin orbs stared into the others calmly. "Hayato. I understand you have some difficulty with controlling your temper, and I don't mind that. However, please try not to resort to violence whenever your upset. I would rather you not hurt someone unless they truly deserve it."

Immediately, his entire countenance drooped, and he took on the look of a kicked puppy. "I'm so sorry, Tsuna-sama! I'll do my best in controlling my temper from now on." The gentle smile he was given caused him to straighten and give a tentative one in return. Then, Tsuna dropped his hand from his face, down to his wrist.

As he turned back to observe the check-up, and make sure he didn't do anything incorrect that might hurt 'sunshine boy'. However, as he watched, Giotto spoke once more in his mind. 'Tsuna. I want you to create another AI chip. Ask your temperamental friend if you can get a copy of his Ether, and I'll take care of the rest.' He spoke in a frigid, commanding tone, that Tsuna felt he couldn't go against (though he had before, that one time, when it really mattered…), thus he immediately agreed. Upon asking, Gokudera immediately agreed, and Tsuna gave him a grateful look. He quickly sent a tendril of Ether through their skin-to-skin contact, and made a quick scan-and-copy, before withdrawing. Gokudera simply blinked at the warm feeling flowing through his core, before it withdrew.

"Hey, kid." Tsuna blinked, looking up to see that the teacher had come over, and was sporting a indifferent expression, though if you looked closely, you would see worry shimmering below the surface. "Ya did pretty good there, kid. Next time though, be a little more cautious, that was almost out of your reach."

Tsuna blushed, clearly embarrassed. "Sorry. I panicked." He said, looking down.

"Well, its fine, just try and avoid dying in the middle of my class." He received a smile, before the mental fatigue caught up all at once (really, he had only been delaying the inevitable, holding it back), and his twin pools of gold with ruby centers were hidden by gold-tan eyelids, and deep black lashes, as he slumped over and fell to the ground. Or he would have, if not for Gokudera's instant reaction to Tsuna being in the slightest bit of trouble, which had him catching the smaller boy, and sweeping him off his feet into a bridal-style hold (though he might have held him a little closer than necessary…) before turning and swiftly striding into the building, straight for His Dragon's room. Strides turned into sprints once he slipped from view, and he only managed to keep calm due to knowing that panicking wouldn't help Tsuna-sama at all. A certain skylark was heading in the same direction (at a considerably faster speed), foul mood literally becoming tangible, as his Ether subconsciously poured out to surround him in angry deep purple, so condensed that cloud flames subconsciously lit themselves at the edges.

Why was he so upset anyways.

Was it because the carnivore had been damaged by such a paltry action?

Was it because the small animal had been damaged at all?

Was it because it was him?

He didn't particularly care. Hibari Kyoya had always followed his instincts. His instincts said that the small animal (who fights like a carnivore, yet acts more like a herbivore that occasionally become a carnivore, thus escaping categorization, so he simply labeled him as the only thing he could) belonged to him. Hibari Kyoya always protected what belonged to him, as it was a clear sign of weakness when one could not even defend ones own possessions and territory. Thus, he was a small animal who escaped categorization, and belonged to Hibari Kyoya, and that was all there was to it.

He simply had to make the small animal accept this fact. He felt like a dragon, which meant that when he convinced him so, he would be able to make this fact tangible and solid (and he had no doubts that if he felt like one, then he was one, because a carnivore's instincts do not lie).

Though, that loud herbivore who, judging by the flashes of a newly formed contract seal on his arm he had noticed, had already contracted with the small animal, might be annoying. While it was good the small animal had more protection, if that protection kept him (who was surely superior in those regards) away, it was simply a hindrance.

Stupid herbivores.

Later that day, a certain sunny silveret thought over the earlier events, and considered the aftermath, in which he could now shatter a boulder with a solid punch. That new kid was strong, and really interesting (since he wouldn't have lived this long if he was too dumb to realize that the guy had certainly done more than heal him) in more ways than one. A cheerful (yet somehow animalistic) smile spread across his face, as he considered the boy who fought like a dragon, and felt like The Sky.

Perhaps His Sky.

Yeah, he'd really like to fight him again (after practicing some more) because the best way to get to know a person was to fight them.

Oh, and he was really cute too.

"Hey #$%, you'll take care of this for us, right?"

No, he couldn't just do everything by himself all the time.

"So long as we have ^%#$, we'll win for sure, so lets go out for lunch. $%# is the only one who needs to practice after all."

No. No. He can't win all by himself. There were the other members too. If they all relied on him, they'd lose-

Nobody cares about your excuses, or what you want, much less what you feel.

"All you have to do is practice, and win this for us. If you lose, we'll lose, and it'll all be your fault."

It would all be his fault.

All he had to do was practice, and win.

He didn't need a real friendship, like that Sawada kid and Gokudera had.

Just win.

That was it.

Right.

A/N - Over 5.6k words. What do ya'll think about the brief interludes there at the end? I just felt I needed to incorporate those POV's outside of the things centered around Tsuna, though somehow, he still manages to be the epicenter. Anyways, this one comes rather easy to me, because incorporating dragons and magic is essentially my field of expertise.

Please review, as I love seeing what you guys have to say about the story so far, and it really encourages me to write more. Thank you all for reading, and see you next chapter!

~Ciao,

Lupa